First time I got divorced I was in the middle of a home renovation project that included tearing down textured wallpaper that had apparently been attached with streaks of liquid nail. When they got tired of that they just painted over it, multiple times.
I cried. I grieved, I wailed, I mourned. I could not believe my marriage was over. As I packed up the last bits of my things and got ready to leave the house where I had tried to make a home, I looked back at him and said “You can have the house.”
And that was all the revenge I needed.
Congratulations on your victory. 